Seeing her agree, Song Qingshu could not help beaming. As he left, he waved to them. "I'll be going now. You two carry on, carry on."
Pucha Shijie saw that smug, shameless look on his face and nearly died of rage. If he had not considered that Song Qingshu was the commander of this operation, he might have already rushed over to show him what a fist the size of a bowl looked like.
Wanyan Ping stood to one side, her lips twitching as well. She dearly wished she could lash him with a whip.
"You like a man like that?" Pucha Shijie pointed at Song Qingshu's retreating back and asked in disbelief.
"The one I like isn't him," Wanyan Ping replied coldly.
"Isn't he your brother-in-law? Even now, you still refuse to admit it?" Pucha Shijie felt as though his heart were about to shatter.
Wanyan Ping had a terrible headache too. Her current brother-in-law was actually Song Qingshu in disguise, but she could hardly shout that fact for outsiders to hear. After thinking for ages without coming up with an explanation, she simply gave up. "Think whatever you want."
Seeing how impervious she was, Pucha Shijie was helpless and could only change the subject. "Are you really going to his tent tonight?"
"Of course." Wanyan Ping figured that Song Qingshu had deliberately sought her out earlier to ask something, but she had left before he could. He had probably asked her to meet tonight because of that, though she had no interest in explaining the reasons to an outsider.
"You're really going?" Pucha Shijie immediately panicked. "A lone man and woman together in the middle of the night—what kind of propriety is that?"
"He's my brother-in-law, my family. What's wrong with him asking to talk to me?" Wanyan